Death Scenes (1989) – Nick Bougas.

'one of the witnesses would describe the crime scene as a slaughterhouse!'

Explicit, grotesque, and morbidly compelling, this spectacularly lurid compendium of graphic photography, collects many of the most unexpurgated examples of period, monochromatically memorialized murder, mayhem, and unalloyed cruelty. The grislier tableaus of self-annihilation, while often bloody, prove innately melancholic, the B/W imagery only slightly tempers the carnality of the more despicable crimes. Magnetically macabre material, and it is extremely just to suggest that Death Scenes is absolutely NOT for the squeamish, a relentlessly grim experience, remaining a ghastly, ghoulish,  uncommonly fascinating VHS-era Necronomicon. The tantalizingly Tabloid-y sections of famed outlaws, gangsters, sadistic killers, and Hollywood malfeasance remain especially delicious! The inconceivably gruesome, utterly vile crimes of Otto Steven Wilson aka Steve 'The Ripper' Wilson have such a patently nauseating ferocity, only the equally insane would question his state legislated extermination. Vintage mechanized death, ballistic bloodbaths, sordid strangulations, cut-throat carnage, and the bludgeoning brutality of cold-blooded murder, Death Scenes offers a traumatizing insight into the multitudinous misadventures of man's decent into abject degeneracy. Of all the outré material that shaped, or distorted my teenaged mind, gloriously gruesome mondo films have maintained their 'strictly Taboo' allure, and Bougas's chilling Death Scenes can now be regarded as a growing cult among fellow mondo-maniacs.